"How am I doing?" he asked lightly, the clouds were calm and the wind was gentle.
Huanhuan was sad and angry.
He is asking questions knowingly!
He is verbally teasing!
But unfortunately, as long as the words come out of his mouth, they can always enlighten people's hearts immediately, just like the sound of nature.
Do beautiful men get preferential treatment?
Huanhuan stroked her forehead and waved her hand, "I'd better go see if Sister Zhong has any other work for me to do."
She was about to leave, but Mojia stopped her.
Huanhuan took a deep breath, turned around, and smiled, "Master, do you have any other orders?"
He was silent for a moment, raised his eyes, and said, "Tell Sister Zhong that you can follow me from now on."
After saying that, he picked up the book again, and the air around him was densely mobilized, forming an aura that could not be disturbed. He existed independently. Unless he allowed it, no one could step into his world, even one step.
Huanhuan just wanted to protest, but then she thought that it would be a good idea to follow him and find an opportunity to solve the wallet problem, so as to save him from becoming addicted to being a hunter and not giving up until he catches her.
After hearing the young master's explanation, Sister Zhong was startled, with a hint of disbelief in her eyes. At the same time, a hint of worry flashed across her eyes. However, since it was the young master who spoke in person, she certainly had no objection and made it clear to Huanhuan.
He gave a hint and asked her to remember her identity.
To be honest, it's really comfortable to be with Mo Jia.
He spends most of his time in the study room and doesn't like to be disturbed by others. At this time, Huanhuan can sit in the room and read review materials with the air conditioner blowing on. If there is any need, Mojia will find her through the intercom.
Late at night, the intercom suddenly rang.
Huanhuan was startled, and reflexively got up and looked at the time, but it was only midnight.
He grabbed the intercom angrily and gritted his teeth, "Master, is something okay?"
There was no voice from the other side, only painful breathing, sometimes rapid, sometimes weak.
Huanhuan narrowed her eyes suspiciously and called out again tentatively, "Master?"
There was still no sound, but this time, not even the gasping could be heard.
Huanhuan frowned, quickly changed clothes, and ran to Mo Jia's study.
The light was still on in the study, and when she knocked on the door, no one answered. She didn't care anymore, opened the door and rushed out, "Master!"
Huanhuan was shocked when she saw the person lying on the ground.
God, he...his hair...
Mojia's originally long black hair turned into silver strands!
The scene in front of her was too weird. After Huanhuan digested it for a few seconds, she woke up, ran to him, and used all her strength to help him up, "Hey, what's wrong with you?"
Mojia's breathing was weak, his face was pale, his lips were purple, and coupled with his silver hair, he looked indescribably sick and enchanting.
Huanhuan had basic first aid knowledge. He opened his eyelids and his pupils were slowly dilating.
Before she could call anyone, Huanhuan flattened his body, put her hands on his chest and continued to press it. Then, she pinched his mouth open, hesitated for a moment, decisively closed her eyes, leaned down suddenly, and did it for him.
Artificial respiration.
Once, twice...
She kept breathing and breathing to him. Just when she was about to run out of strength, a pair of strong arms suddenly grabbed her, turned her over, pressed her against her body, and kissed her with her lips immediately——